small joys…

Last week, before the trip to Spain, Yoke and Zoom came in to discuss the sculpture project – as I spent nine months in a local hostel, and Nina was (to put it delicately) also vulnerably housed in her past the subject of homelessness and dealing with it came up. There’s a local hostel near me with the tremendously ironical name of, well, see for yourself…

I particularly like the last one, with it’s bad lighting and grey sky. Sums it up nicely.